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“Oh Farore...I’m sorry.” He picked Farore up to hug him and laid down tiredly with Isa

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Farore let out a tiny squeak/roar and pouted, turning away from the Keldeo.

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“I’ll find them. Each crystal is a reflection of the real world. I find it, I can open a portal for them.”

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He let go and closed his eyes. He was mentally tired. He repeated apologies but you could tell how this was draining him

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"You're tired, let me do it!" Zexion pleaded, gripping Gira's arm in a poor attempt to him. He squeezed his eyes shut, digging his heels into the ground. "I'm fine with you finding them through your crystals but let me be the one to bring them back! You're in no condition to do so!"

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“Zexion.... I don’t ever remember you caring this much.” He smiled “I’m glad brother. But let me do my job first.”

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"You don't remember because our unreasonable father locked you away and separated us..." He pouted, finally releasing Gira's arm. A faint pink spread over his cheeks at his uncharacteristically rash outburst but he still stuck close, glancing at the crystals as well.

Isa observed the siblings, very content inside the bubble. "I guess we're staying here than." He yawned, sitting up to gently pick up the tiny Lugia and sat the child on his lap. "Don't be mad little one. It's for your own safety. Look how tired Bri is and lets give him a break okay? He deserves it after all to amazing work he's done."

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“That was also partailly my fault. I was a violent child.” He admitted as he kept searching

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Farore responded by using psychic with a very loud and squeaky roar. The psychic was weaker than his mother's, but one could tell he'd been training it up. That being one of the lugia's only two moves. It caused the matter around him to move and he made his escape, stomping away from Bri and Isa, wings folded over each other, looking like someone with their arms crossed. "Mmmpht safti.." He muttered as he left.

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Eraqus’s cries haunted Morrigan on the flight back. Her strong hearing was a curse, since the wails did not fade from earshot could not fade. Every beat stung into her heart. ”MORRIGAN!” She cursed softly as her massive wings carried her farther and farther away from the Creator himself, brutal determination snarling against her grief, keeping it at bay. The forest pokemon blurred before her eyes, their laughter foreign to her. She climbed altitude on an updraft, the horrible catatonic mix of emotions threatening to stall her mid-flight. She was no mental artist; her ‘father’s heartbroken face stayed with her. So did her own rage and disgust that sank cruel talons into her. Hence why she was flying so fast that any trees in the vicinity lost their leaves on the quick. Other turned pokemon once called her a coward for giving into her emotions. They would never say so to her face, for she was formerly their captain and mistress. She had been the one commanding them as the own blackness of her heart broke her own mind and soul apart. That vengeance was virulent and insidious, and she’d felt herself drowning in a blackness that not even Akuma’s own mad mind could conceive.

Morrigan tried to block out the gut-wrenching screams as they started to fade. Not even he had the air to continue screaming. Perhaps, that catharsis was needed. She knew very well the dangers of holding in your demons, and already her mind threatened to thrust her into blackness. No. Mor’s wings bristled with an awfully familier pain and impatience, energy that needed to be released. No! I have control She snapped to herself, tucking them in as she landed rather ungracefully in the middle of a densely wooded area. Unable to keep herself up much longer, Mor’s hands held onto the tree for support as she let out horrible, jagged sobs. She didn’t have words to describe how she felt, what this pain was. The strength she had felt with her friends was rapidly fading, leaving them a shell. Blood from her wounds coated the grass around her, the smell of it - so awfully familier - pooling in her mouth til she choked on it.

(lemme be straight; this broke my heart)

Bri nodded and winced as he felt the attack . “I just wanted to make sure...you can have all the fun in the world...Farore...” he murmured as he watched him leave
He looked at Isa. “...This feels a lot nicer when I’m with someone...usually I relax on my own.”

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"Hey, it's fine." Isa soothed, drawing comforting circles on Bri's back. "Farore is allowed to have small temper tandrums at times. I'm sure the kids will come around."

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“.......” Gira stopped one crystal as he gazed into it “Found them!” He announced

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Bri closed his eyes and sighed contently. “...wish I had a cape like yours...” he mumbled extremely quietly, just loud enough for him to hear, as he fell into comfort heaven

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"Where?" Zexion gasped, peering over Gira's shoulder. On virtue of being shorter than the other, Zexion had to struggle a bit to see.

Isa blinked at the statement, grasping the material of his cloak bewildered. Yes he loved his cape, but it was also a source of regret, something he kept on him to never forget what had happened. He couldn't understand why anyone would want a memento like that but rationalized that Bri was alluding to the comfort of a portable blanket. Isa huffed, unclasped him cloak and gently pulling it over Bri's shoulders. It wasn't the best way to comfort him, but it was a start

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“.....Jhoto......Near...” he rotated the crystal “Mount Silver. Huh.”

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In reality, what Bri meant was...well, an accessory.. He may have grown up a bit but he still had childish thoughts. In Bri’s eyes however, no one really truly ‘grew’ up. Everyone had tendencies that they’d stick to. He appreciated the cloak though and showed it by snuggling a little closer

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Seeing Bri snuggle up to his cape brought a small smile to Isä's face as he turned his attention back to Faroe. The small Lugia still had to be around somewhere and he'd hate for the child to get into trouble. The distortion realm was dangerous, especially for someone curious.

"Right. Then I'll be going. If I see you open up a portal, I'm trapping you in water for the next century." He threatened, locking eyes with Gira. "Now go to the nice bubble that Bri made that looks very comfy and rest." Gently nudging his brother in the right direction, Zexion rubbed his hands together shaking lightly. He wasn't used to opening portals, but a flex of his hand and an upward slash later, Zexion was standing at the base of Mount Silver, reeling a bit from jumping though space. Stumbling slightly, he sighed and began searching for November and the others, occasionally calling out their names

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Meka slipped something from her pocket and flew over to Dusk. Invisible of course. Yeah, no one was going to ruin her fun. She hovered behind him, feeling a nervous excitement as she hesitated, wondering the best way to do this.

Farore had just noticed that his mother hadn't returned with the group. After a stubborn search for a while, he cried out loudly, irritating whines as he cried out for his parent. He had slept through the whole ordeal with the other legendaries, and he didn't understand why they hadn't all returned. He didn't really think much of the others that weren't his mother. He only thought about them while they were around and had three simple categories that he classified them into. Scary, Nice, and Mom. That was it, until he grew a little, it wouldn't change.

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Dusk just stared... and his head suddenly snapped towards Meka, almost as if he could see her. He stared for a moment, before looking away again.


Gira muttered a “Sheesh...” and sat on the ground, dispersing the crystals.

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